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Migraine static gender

Migraines lead to strange dreams

I slept and dreamed of strange monstrosities, hideous creatures

tangled in the arms of conventional beauties


my gender is something like a magpie, something like an omen

but though I have no tusks or claws

I slouch, my belly hangs low, I am hirstute


Tangles of dark curling hair fall to my shoulders

or float above my head


If you asked me to embrace a monster,

my arms would be open wide

if you called me a beauty

I would hide my face in shame

at the lie.

 
 
 

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